8:30 p.m. Rev Room. $25.
Lucero’s self-reflective lyrics, driving guitar lines, and gravelly vocals are a sort of decoder ring to understanding the band’s collage of influences. At times you’ll hear Bruce Springsteen’s earnest high voice and Clarence’s sax, or the high tinkling of a bluesy piano you’d come to associate with 70s English rock outfit Faces. Other times the band plays rough, straight, and fast, Foo Fighters-style, and their combination of acoustic and electric guitars can make you feel like you’re listening to Incubus or a country version of the Goo Goo Dolls. Despite all these comparisons, the two-decade old alt-country band has created a sound all their own. Their most recent album, “Among the Ghosts,” tells dark stories of crime, shootouts, drowning, and divorce. An ominous Hammond organ has replaced the bluesy piano; the bright horns have been put away in their cases. As for this concert, though — a homecoming, as Lucero’s shows always are — expect a healthy dose of rock and roll, country ballads and the experienced showmanship of a band that’s been rocking almost as long as I’ve been alive.